where are you.
its Christmas eve.
when will it start to feel like it.
nothing more, nothing less.
i repeat.
nothing less.
a crew of men on board a ship.
a magnificent ship, navy-blue presence.
these men, with brotherhood in their pockets.
took the ship on countless ambitious voyages against raging seas.
but what they loved most of all.
was the time they spent together every evening basking on the deck beneath the warm, silky sunset.
one time, two of them stood at the bow watching, as lush waters raced towards the horizon.
silence broken, one of them said to the other.
"why'd you choose this?"
"because i see vastness, uncertainty and no finality."
two smiles, as if there was mutual understanding.
days later, the latter declared his resignation to the rest of the crew.
a wave of sadness swept over the faces of all but one.
outraged, he stormed up to him and yelled painfully.
"how could you bring yourself to do this?! after all we've been through, dont you feel anything?! WHY??"
"because i see vastness, uncertainty and no finality."
where are you going.
where are we going.
the sleeper
shine, lake of fire
lines take me higher
my mind drips desire
confined and overtired.
perfection at 11:17 PM
it took me nineteen years?
first, a bottle of scoffeur.
followed by mock steak.
ridiculous dessert with a cherry on top.
by the time you get home.
the masquerade would've tired you out.
a blackout and moonlight.
one of the most awesome combinations.
since singapore's lit 24-7, we dont really get to appreciate her enveloping glow.
try it, its a whole other experience.
your senses perceive things differently.
its both liberating and hypnotic.
this is literally seeing things in a different light.
and an excellent source of creativity.
a thrill of hope
the weary world rejoices
for yonder breaks
a new and glorious morn.
perfection at 6:39 AM
alone, to me.
is being in the midst of a rushing crowd.
and knowing that not one of them can empathize with the inner torrents of my mind.
i will get to the point.
where i can handle and deliver "Stormy Monday".
I strayed far in summer.
From the long, narrow way.
In the distance, wonders unfold.
Warm meadows in autumn.
Inspiration each day.
With dreams of red and gold.
All I've to do is turn and look to You.
It is there that I find my peace.
I've been here before.
Maybe once, twice or more.
It is here where my soul feels at ease.
Lost in the winter.
Desperation in tow.
Everywhere I turn, I see the same shades of white.
Until I decided.
I will struggle no more.
Not by my strength, but by His might.
All I've to do is turn and look to You.
It is there that I find my peace.
I've been here before.
Maybe once, twice or more.
It is here where my soul feels at ease.
At last, its springtime.
Hear the songs of the sun.
And this vast horizon I see.
But this time I'm certain.
My Shepherd I'll follow.
From this day to eternity.
Stay here a while.
'Neath the beautiful sky.
Close your eyes, feel the sway of the breeze.
I've been here before.
Maybe once, twice or more.
This is where I'm finally at ease.
perfection at 7:17 PM
